The Loss
Spitting burned organs out blanked vomit no time to shout skin's dripping of your rotten carcass puked bowels are a blazing mess Only few minutes to live but still so much heat to give screaming like a thousand angels you're caught in the grip of death Why where you struck by "heavens" fire maybe it's a punishment from hell now you'll cauterize in burning flames and join the souls without names You're carried by the glowing hands of death slowly nearing the torched gates you can't return, your body vanished in flames in front of you screaming souls without names
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Born in contemption, unbinded from your body like re-living the same dream numbed by fear afraid to wake up sleeping unending in vagueness sanguineous mandicity of the matrix drowned in self-contemption your mind is unfolding like a dying flower Plaines of extensive nothingness, as far as ones eye can reach created as one, builded by many forgotten the pleasures brought by happyness no beginning, nor ending, trapped in reproachment 'till driven to death Sores pealing on your soul, thoughtlessness tormention how can you sream when there's no one that can hear grope in the dark with hands of the blind man captured in everlasting anxiety, with one surreness there will be no tomorrow Life, a circle so we'll meet again? but how can we meet when i'm trapped in my own consciousness
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Floating in the water of life feedid by the unknown source umbiliccord bursting asunder unwanted abortion of life PRE-NATAL DISSOLUTION Suffocate in the womb PRE-NATAL DISSOLUTION Eyes stare 'till they go blind Surealism in an innocent mind ignorant death in the bloody womb unheart screams of missery and pain veins begin to stiff... until death sets in
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
An mephitic mess of dead weevily flesh bloadsoaked guts smeared over the wall needles dissection, obsessed by pain taken the light from their eye's Hidden art of flesh and bones sealed in rooms where death now roams tormented by insanity to create inanimated art The art of flesh, the art of blood an art of sickening lust. The art of limbs, the art of gore an art covered with pus Cadaverous stench of rotting live piled organs an atrocious work of art spreaded corpse-parts attraction to maggots decolourized skin a feast for one's eyes The art of flesh, the art of bones an art of sickening lust The art of limbs, the art of gore an art covered with pus obscure art, of disembowelment morbid art, of disembodyment infernal art, of dismemberment a detested art, of dehumanization
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026